Category Archives: Moving on

Stop feeling sorry for yourself and how much your life has changed over the last year. It is what it is. Embrace it. Enough!

Don’t settle for bad men or men who don’t value your woman-ness. Don’t wait for them to get it. Some may never figure out how wonderful you are. But what happens to you while your waiting for them to get it? Nothing. Enough!

Cease fighting in court about who screwed who over more financially. Come to some agreement and move on. Whining, crying and being bitter is not going to change things or make things better. It actually hurts your heart to stay angry at someone who you once loved. So what if they are still angry at you? None of that is your business. You have children to raise and a wonderful life to live. Don’t give it all away in legal fees. Enough!

Stop reminiscing about the past and what should have been or what should have happened. It didn’t and it sure doesn’t mean your life is over. Love the fact that you had the opportunity to fall in love and be loved. Yes, the two of you are no longer together but it doesn’t mean that it wasn’t worth the time you had together. With every love story, comes heart ache. Some people stay together and some don’t. Maybe its over. Maybe it’s not. Maybe you will get back together and all of this won’t matter. But you can’t get to that point, if your still living in the past. Enough!

Stop being fearful about your journey that is in front of you. What is there to be fearful of? There are so many cool people you can meet, places to see, homes to live in, cities to dance in. Stop, holding your heart and life out for the perfect love, or the one person who won’t hurt you. People hurt people. It’s not always intentional. Forgive. Enough!

Please fall in love again. Find a wonderful man. Maybe it’s the ex or maybe it’s not. Just do it. It feels good and you will love yourself for it.

Live, laugh out loud, drive with the window open, learn to swim, make a fancy meal in pajama’s, save for your house. Just go out there and don’t be afraid of falling or failing. All great people fall once in their life. Ask them!

And above all things. Learn to forgive, it will do your soul greatness.

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This is a revised version of a post I wrote in September 2013. Here is the original post.

I really despise seeing people in love, especially now that I am a single woman after 16 years of being with (cheating ***hole). What does it really mean to be in love? I think people fall in love too quickly. I certainly think that people tell other people that they love them, when in the depths of their soul they don’t. It’s like they are crossing their fingers behind their backs, hoping the other person with whose heart they are playing with won’t find out.

Love is over-rated and at this point I have a suspicion that I want nothing to do with it. I never really want to fall in love again with anyone. The idea sounds great, having someone with whom you can turn to and grow with.

When I tell my friends that I will never fall in love again, they all say “Oh of course you will, give it time”. Is that all we need to stop loving the person who touched the edges of your soul? Time? I don’t necessarily agree with that. And I find that this is the problem. That it seems to be so easy for some people to just get over someone and to stop loving them so quickly.

I have a feeling that I will always love (cheating ***hole). It has nothing to do with the fact that we have kids together, it’s the fact that I was and I still am in love with him. At the time, he was the best thing that ever happened to me. I don’t regret sharing my life with him, even if it did not turn out the way I believed it would. I do regret that he turned into a lying, cheating heartless soul.

About a month after (cheating ***hole) pulled my heart out of my chest with his bare hands, threw it in front of a truck and stood back and watched it get pummelled, I met rebound guy. I don’t know what I was thinking getting in a relationship with anyone at this point, but I did.

I wanted to prove to myself and to (cheating ***hole) that I did not need him to love me as much as I loved him. Actually, I wanted him to see me with someone else and come running back to me, with his tail between his legs and beg me to take his cheating ass back. Then, we would live happily ever after. Since I am writing this, it hasn’t happened. Plus, I have realized who wants to really be with someone who lies about love.

I digress. Back to rebound guy. The first signs that this guy had a few screws loose was when he told me that he loved me after two weeks of us “dating.” I don’t quite remember how I felt being told I was loved after two weeks of knowing someone. All, I knew was that this guy was not from my planet and in no way did I feel the same way about him. I celebrated the day that I told him to hit the road. I never loved or could love him.

My (cheating ***hole) told me he loved me too. I can recall the first time he told me he loved me. It was 1997. We had been seeing each other steady for a few months at this point. We were in my apartment and had been listening to music. He was sitting on the floor and I was laying on the couch. My (cheating ***hole) looked at me and told me he loved me. I told him I loved him too. Remember back then, he was not a (cheating ***hole) but the love of my life.

I used to believe everything that came out of his mouth. I had never questioned his loyalty and commitment to our family and to our relationship. I now question everything he ever said to me. I think this is pretty normal after someone recklessly plays russian roulette with your life.

If I was standing next to him watching a house on fire and he said “that house is on fire”. I would definitely think that he was lying through his teeth. I tend to think that he had many affairs that I did not know about. I wonder how he got so good at being a lying cheat, if he did not practice it before. As they say, “practice makes perfect.”

Just before I found out that my relationship had ended, (cheating ***hole) had another woman on the side and was living a double life. He already knew that the relationship was over. It was me who was the slow learner and needed to figure this out on my own.

He never really told me what happened between us. Things had not been so great between us from the beginning. The last few years, things were pretty horrible, but true to form people with disastrous childhoods tend to push all that stuff under the carpet and never vacuum up the crumbs that are underneath.

My (cheating ***hole) said something to me about loving me, but not being in love with me anymore. I still have not figured out what that even means. He was probably trying to throw me off from figuring him out.

How do you stop loving someone? How do you go from calling someone the love of your life to your biggest regret? Why is it that some people have to “kiss a lot of frogs” before they find the person they were meant to be with? Why is that some people fall in love and stay in love forever? Or do some people just settle because the thought of starting over sounds too daunting of a task to undertake?

I really do not think that many of us know what it means to be in love. People are so quick to walk out on their partners and not willing to work hard to salvage their relationship. Look at the older couples who are celebrating seventy years together. Can anyone in my generation say that they will be with the same person for their entire lives? Do we as a society want to live with someone for that length of a time?

I thought that was going to the (cheating ***hole) and I really thought that I would be sitting by his bed, holding his hand and weeping when he took his last breath. Or that he would do the same for me. I imagined us playing together with our grandchildren and remembering how far we had come together as a couple and as a family.

But he sure proved me wrong. He simply did not want to try going to an objective party to discuss how we both sucked at making our relationship work. We did go to one objective party and the (cheating ***hole) sat next to me saying he wanted to fix our issues and that he loved me. The funny thing was, he was in a relationship with someone else at this point. The word love….I no longer trust it.

I guess I am just a bit cynical of love at this moment, because one day I was in a loving relationship and the next day, my whole life changed. Am I still interested in finding and falling in love, I guess I have to or I am setting my self up to be alone the rest of my life. Maybe I will be settling too?

I certainly miss the love of my life now referred to as that (cheating ***hole).

It’s 6am in the morning and I have been contemplating since last night what I should write for my first assignment for Blogging 101. The first assignment was to tell my story about why I am blogging and to introduce myself to the Blogging 101 community. I had already done that on two occasions.

I started blogging in September 2013 when my relationship ended. I was very angry and I wanted the world to know how I felt. I wanted my ex to come across my blog one day and see how much he had hurt me. Maybe he would care. I introduced myself as a newly separated black woman with an ex who had done the unthinkable. He was unfaithful.

I took some time off from writing and blogging as I made a very lame attempt of trying to get this man back in my life. I really missed him. I was stuck in the past with the wonderful memories we had. I just wanted my old life back as quickly as I had lost it.

Then I woke up and asked myself why I was trying so hard to get someone to love me again. It just didn’t seem fair to me. So, after four months of almost losing my dignity, I came back to WordPress and reread my first initial blog entries.

I could not believe what I had read. I was that bitter jilted ex lover, you hear about in books, in movies and on television. I did not want to be this person. I was not this person. I continued reading and the more I read, the more those old feelings came back to me. Rejection, humiliation, devastation and pain. I no longer wanted to feel like that.

I wasn’t sure if I should leave my old blogs out there for the world to see. I spoke with a friend about what I had written in September 2013 and what he thought I should do with those blogs. He told me, that those stories were part of this journey, part of my healing and part of of my growth. He told me to leave them up, as they were, unedited and raw. I agreed.

So I left my first stories that were thrown into blogsphere exactly where they had fallen. As I began to recreate myself on WordPress(I no longer wanted to be identified as the jilted ex lover), my stories were funnier, had more depth and emotion(good ones). I did not want to be connected to how I felt back in September 2013. I am no longer that person. It’s my ex’s fault he lost a good woman and he will have to live with that decision for the rest of his life. I decided that I would not delete my initial blogs, I would make them private, just for me and for whomever, I chose to share my story with.

Maybe they will make it into my book that I want to publish. Maybe they will forever stay private. Who knows at this point. Time will tell. I am not done healing yet. They say if you can tell your story without crying, then you know you are healed. I don’t cry anymore. However, I still feel that knot in my stomach when I think about him, about us and about the plans we had made.

So what began as a personal diary has now become a lifelong dream. I want to be a published author. I want t o inspire people. I want my “voice” to be heard.

I watch way too much television and Hollywood movies. I need to stop. I need to remind myself that television shows and movies are written by people with ambitious hearts and wild imaginations.

I want that fairytale romance, where the man looks me into my eyes and right away we both know it was meant to be. You know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach that there is nothing in the world that you want more than spending the rest of your life with this person? And you know by the way he looks at you across the crowded room, that he feels the same way. I haven’t found that look yet and I don’t have that feeling yet.

But who doesn’t want a story like the Notebook? Who doesn’t want that epic love story about the most perfect couple, that defied all odds and stayed in love? But I need to remind myself that I am not Allie and he is not Noah. There is no running into each other’s arms, because I don’t think either of us are ready to do that.

I think I know what I want from a relationship. I want a man that is romantic, and sends me flowers at work because he was thinking about me and wanted to remind me how much I mean to him. I want a man that will call me on a Friday afternoon and tell me that he made reservations for us out of town and that he had arranged a babysitter for my kids, all I had to do was pack my bags and be ready to drive off into the sunset with him. I want a man who looks at me and I can see that I am important to him.

I need the star shine of your heavenly eyes, after the day’s great sun.” – Charles Hanson Towne

The man I have been seeing has a kind heart, he makes me laugh, he doesn’t pressure me to be someone else, he thinks I am funny, he likes my sarcasm. We can sit in the same room in total silence, each doing what we want and totally be comfortable doing it, with no pressures to entertain one another. I like that I can let my guard down with someone I haven’t known for long. He likes me how I am, a little messed up, a little distrustful, with a lot of passion and affection. I can totally be the person I am, without the pressures of working tirelessly to change. Something, I did not have in my last relationship.

He is not perfect. His heart has been broken and he doesn’t trust me nor trust himself with me. He says he doesn’t make plans, he lives day to day and I am not sure what he means by that. Is this an easy cop out so he does not have to commit to me or to a relationship. Did making plans with someone in his past teach him never to plan for the future because people just disappoint you? I know that I have learned the same lesson at some point in my life. People don’t always tell you that they don’t want the life you both had planned together.

Is it up to me to show him that I am worth the risk, that I am not and will never be the women he dated before me. I don’t like the woman he dated before me. They have made this hard for me. I am left to clean up the mess they made and the vibes I am getting is this mess is huge. I don’t know the details and I don’t think I want to. What I know is that he mentioned something about loyalty, change and emotions and I figured it was best not to ask any more questions.

He keeps me at arms length most of the time. I have a suspicion I am doing the same too. It seems neither of us trusts the other with our hearts. It feels pathetic and somewhat passionate at times, that the more we try to persuade our hearts not to get involved with each other, the more we want each other. We both want a relationship, but on our terms only. It seems like the most perfect love story, heartbreaking and exhilarating all at the same time.

Most people would tell me to walk away from this relationship, there is nothing tying us together, we don’t have any children together, we haven’t been seeing each other long enough, the break will be clean, I won’t even miss him. But then, I will only do what the man before him did, walk away from the potential that with a bit of hard work, things can work out. I don’t like giving up on people and I don’t like people giving up on me.

I know that he has thought of walking away too. There are days where he goes silent and where his conversations with me are short. And I let him slowly push me away, because maybe it would be easier for me if he decided for both of us this isn’t what we want. I close my eyes and pray that we both can slowly fade out of each other’s lives and keep the little time we had together, hidden beneath the scars in our hearts.

Then we miss each other and someone caves in and reaches out to connect and restart this painful but sometimes perfect journey back into each other’s lives. Is this enough for me to stay? I am his girl and he is my boy and for now, I think we are ok with this. I just don’t know who will cave in this time…..

We live in a disposable society. Everything can be replaced for the next big thing, something shinier, something newer and something better. Now when something breaks we replace it. It’s that simple. We break our cell phones, we just get a new one. We get a new car, because we want to drive something newer and better. Our homes are not big enough, so we get something bigger. Our jobs don’t pay enough, so we move on.

The grass is always greener on the other side. People don’t believe in forever love anymore. People don’t want to work at anything. It seems our society has gotten lazy, if it takes effort then it isn’t worth it. It seems to be the norm that relationships don’t last very long anymore.

When we see an older couple still together, we are in awe. We want to know what is their secret of weathering the storm. There are no secrets. Things were different, if it broke you fixed it and you made due. There was no money to hire and lawyer. There was no starting over on your own. They fought it out, stayed silent for a few days and fixed what broke. It was that simple. People stuck together and they learned to fall back in love again. They stayed committed.

People don’t want to work at anything that meant something important to them at one point in their lives. Love, commitment and loyalty are words that anyone can say, but a few can do. We are surrounded and bombarded by broken relationships and the easy task of walking away.

People and relationships should not be disposable. Life is not easy, relationships are not simple and love is hard work. But, we dispose of our relationships and the people in it too easily. We maybe a disposable society today, but I guarantee you, we will become a society filled with people with regret.

Regretting the chances we didn’t take, the relationships we threw away and the things we could have fixed but didn’t.

I put myself on the dating market in the last few months. I haven’t been really committed to finding someone to share my life with. I have been selfish and like that I live alone, I can date who I want and I can take my time and not rush into anything that has to do with my heart.

The men in my age group are beginning to look much older than they should. I am not sure why some men feel that when they hit a certain age it is no longer important that their appearances matter. It does matter and I am not drawn to a man who has let himself go.

Younger men are naturally drawn to me. The last man I was romantically interested in when my relationship ended and I was on the rebound, was twelve years younger. His enthusiasm for life was exhilarating and consuming. He had so many dreams he wanted to fulfill. He also taught me a thing or two in many departments.

Many people would not believe it but he understood where I was at that time in my life. He was the first man I had been sexually active with in 16 years. He understood my heart was lonely and I had no idea where I was headed and how I would get there. He knew my feelings still ran deep for my ex partner and he was just a bump on the road.

The romantic feelings fizzled out between us. He lived about eight hours away, so that did not help to maintain our relationship. We both needed to grow up emotionally and it would never work out between us. To this day, we still send each other random messages to see where we are in our journey. He is now dating and seems to be in love with a woman his age. I am happy that he found love, even if it took him down the path of hooking up with an older woman.

Right now, another younger man has his sights on me. The age difference isn’t so dramatic and I am not so lost anymore. He thinks I am the funniest person ever and I love that I can put a smile on his face. I have tried to squash his enthusiasm in this relationship, but he just won’t have any of that. His energy for life is a definite match for what I am looking for.

Some days, I feel that I have found bliss and the momentum drives me to see what this crazy journey will entail. Other days, I find myself reverting back to my old behaviours of questioning his intentions, analyzing his words or lack of them and trying my best not to let my heart get involved.

There are no rules out there for men who find themselves attracted to women who may have been learning to drive for the first time while they were still in diapers. This is what I have learned from being a cougar(so to speak) and having a cub:

Do not tell her she looks good for her age. What did you expect, her to walk in the restaurant with a cane and a life alert bracelet.

Yes, we may have children and they are part of the package. You won’t be her top priority. Being spontaneous takes a backseat to homework, teenage angst and making lunches.

We are at our sexual peak and we know what we like and do not like in the bedroom. We can teach you a thing or two. We may have tried it, created it, or considered it.

We have our own lives and we do not need your approval to do what we want when we want to. Period!

We don’t want you as our Facebook friend. It’s mysterious and refreshing to know that we don’t need to monitor what we say. And we don’t have time to like all your status updates. Even if it is about us.

We have gotten this far without you. We have relationships behind out. We have had our hearts broken and we know about difficult times. We won’t fall apart without you, but its nice to know your in our corner cheering us on.

We can make you a better man. We know about dreams we didn’t follow or goals we didn’t set. If we care about you, we want you to be the best you can be.

We won’t change to appease you. We know how to make decisions and we have our own opinions. We won’t try to change you either, we already tried it or considered doing it in our last relationships. We have learned, you can’t change anyone.

We know all the tricks, we heard all the lines and we can see right though you. So be on your best behaviour at all times.

We know people will have lots to say about your relationship. Do not let their judgements sway how you feel. Some relationships last and some don’t. It’s never about the number of years between you. Just enjoy the journey, you may regret it one day.

I have had a few people message me and I have had some decent conversations over the last few days. I have blocked a few and told a few where to go and kept a few conversations going. I don’t know if this thing sort of dating is for me. I am literally thinking of putting my Facebook status as “I am single, hook me up, please make sure he is not an idiot, he has no issues, and he won’t send me messages about oral sex after never meeting me….” I can’t do that, I have my fifteen year old son who is on my friend list but there has to be a better way to meet good men, than this process.

So, as I said I have spoken to a few men, so I want to share my experience with the world. I need your advice, why am I attracting men who are a bit on the different side, instead of a hunk, with a nice bank account, a house I can decorate, no ex wife hanging around and the staying power to hold a conversation. This has been my prospects as of late:

Guy #1, his first message entailed asking me if I was a hot thin woman. I asked him if he was hot, then he told me he was hot, built and had blue eyes(sure you are, with no picture on your profile). I told him what he was saying didn’t tell me much about who he was, so he asked me to tell him something hot about myself. At this point, I rolled my brown eyes, with my thin body and told him that he was boring me. Hence, end of conversation.

Guy #2, sent me a message about wanting me to show him to ride my broom(my profile mentioned I had super powers and I oversee the city on a broom) and going to a U2 concert. I responded telling him that U2 was centuries ago when music was tasteful. I never heard from him again. Maybe he thought I was calling him old…I was calling us both old…oh well.

Guy #3, said he liked my profile and if I was interested we could get together. He went on to say something about us deciding together…deciding what? I never responded

Guy #4, was 25(I am 41) sent me a message LOL. Why he was yelling at me, I still haven’t figured out. All I know is I will not be anyone’s notch in their belt. I never responded

Guy #5, said he was writing jokes for our date…I never realized my profile said anyone who responded to me, would get a date. I asked him to tell me a joke. He told me that I screwed him up and that was the only joke he wrote to get my attention. I didn’t laugh, its lame. Conversation died out.

Guy #6, said hey. I was bored so I said hey back. He then asked if I had a picture. I told him I had many. Then he wanted me to send him a few. I responded “And why would I assume you are entitled to my picture because you said hey what’s up. I choose to not upload a pic for my own safety. You should message others whose pics are already visible. Yeah, never heard from him again.

Guy #7 sent me a long winded message about how funny, adventurous, loving, caring and affectionate he was. He then went on to say he was over his ex(he is probably lying) and that he wasn’t looking for a fling(he probable is). I responded asking him how he was. He immediately asked for a picture, I said not at this time. Conversation ended

Guy #8, was 25, said he lied about being 44 so he could meet older women because he was some stud or something like that. I wished him fun on his search and I was not interested in games

Guy #9, we have been chatting on and off. He asked for a picture, I was busy, he got upset, I put him in his place, he kept chatting to me. Sounds like love.

Guy #10, sent me a message about me saving him, and then so many spelling errors I was repulsed

Guy #11 was not pleasing to the eyes

Guy #12 and I have been talking, switched numbers and have been texting. He seems decent enough

Guy #13 and I had a great conversation, he made me laugh, he seemed like a really nice guy. He had no picture either and I thought, this is perfect we could get to know each other without the pretension of looks. We could build the most fabulous relationship, we could tell our friends and children how we met, online with no picture. Then we switched pictures yesterday. I just can’t date a man, I have no attraction to, no matter how intellectual our conversations are. And damn! He knew how to spell and use grammar too!

Guy #14 can not spell for the life of him. Huge turn off!

Guy #15 Asked me if I liked bad boys, I said some women do. He then asked what I was looking for, I told him I had a long list of qualities. When you want to get rid of a man, tell him you have standards and you have a list of qualities you want. This guy ran for the hills.

Guy #16 is known to me. I am entertaining myself talking to him.

Guy #17 Is a massage therapist, and for some reason I guess talking about massages and oral sex impresses women. I told him, it doesn’t impress me at all. I am not sure if he will message me again.

Guy #18 is very special to my heart. Started off nice enough, conversation was flowing, he had a hot tub and a motorcycle. I was like where have you been most of my life. Then he did the unthinkable. He felt comfortable enough to send me a message of what kind of oral sex he was going to give me, and then something about how he learned a lot over the year and wanted to teach these new things to me. It took me a few hours to respond to him, but I kindly told him I did not appreciate messages of this detail and that he may use this kind of pick up line with other ladies, but not this one. Blocked this one!

This has been less than a week of online dating, or online world of crazy men, who are looking for God knows what. I don’t know about you, but I am very scared I have to go get some cats to keep me company.

It’s been awhile since I sat down and had the motivation to write something inspiring. There has been lots of changes in my life, but I will write about those later. I guess you can say, I have been going through a grieving process and as of late, the universe kicked me in the ass and said enough whimpering and whining about hows my life should not be the way it is. Well of course not, I am destined for a great life, but it really is up to me to go out there and do it.

I have learned a lot over the last few months I have spent hibernating. I have learned when people show you who they really are, you need to believe them the first time around. Some people, don’t get second, third or fourth chances to hurt you. I have also, learned who some of my friends are and I have stopped contact with people, whose friendships were one way. Over all, I have learned who I am. As William Shakespeare said, “she may be small but she is fierce.”

“Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles.” – Charles Chaplin

WITHIN ME LIES AN INVINCIBLE SUMMER

Trish Ann

Sharing my thoughts through blogging is a way for me to get my feet wet creatively, planting them on a solid ground of rants, vents and ramblings, tossing around potential characters and ideas in my head.
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I met my ex when I was twenty-five years old through a mutual friend who thought that we would be the perfect couple. I don’t know if we were the perfect couple, but we were perfect for each other for the time we shared.

From the moment we met we were inseparable. We grew up together and most of our life experiences and mistakes were a team effort. I always knew that no matter what was happening outside the walls of our home, there was always a soft place I could fall back on. Him.

When I think about the last year and how our relationship ended by a text message the pain of it still remains. I believed that I deserved a little more respect than what he tossed me. When we met we both had nothing and we built a life, a family and careers together. I hoped with all I had, that the man I had met and spent close to two decades with, would show me something other than a text that he was in love with some twenty-eight year old stripper.

My ex is the biggest coward ever. He had no balls and no guts to face me. It will be a year in July that our relationship officially ended. He has never apologized(except one lame email where he said sorry but never said what he was sorry for) for cheating or walking away from his family. He has never faced me or treated me like the woman he used to profess his love for. He has treated me like a stranger he hates and at times I have done the same.

Sometimes, I do regret that I ever dated him and spent so much of my life with him. I am in my forties and left to raise our children on our own. He not only discarded me like I did not matter, but he has treated our children the same way. Currently, he is evading paying his child support payments because he feels that I should not have a “red cent” from him.

If I knew then what I know now, I may have decided against being in a relationship with him. The good memories are slowly fading. Just today, I was thinking about one of the tattoo’s he has on his body and I could not remember where it was located.

I hate that all I have left is the memories of how spineless and evil he has become. Really, all I want is for my heart to heal and for me to move on with my life. I don’t want to hate him, but he makes it so hard to feel any other way.

I haven’t spoken to him in fifty days! It has been the longest that we have gone without contacting each other since we met in 1997.

The idea of texting him came into my head when one of the men I am conversing with asked me to be honest with him. I don’t know how we came to the conversation, but he said, “I want you to be honest with me. If he came back apologetic and was willing to work on the relationship. Would you take him back? No BS.”

I believe in honesty especially if you’re trying to develop a friendship of some sorts with people. “Yes, I would.” I responded. “But I don’t talk to him because of this reason. Because he is no good for me.”

Then this sweet man said, “Then why are you not working on it? He will come back. They always do. I don’t even really know you, but I can tell you that they always come back. Don’t kid yourself.”

I held my cell phone in my hand and thought about what this man had just said to me. Could he be right? Would he come back to me and my family would be back to together? But at what cost? Could I trust him again?

I did not sleep well that night. That morning, I spoke with another friend and told him about my conversation the night before. He agreed and said my ex would be back. We texted back and forth about how I could potentially test the waters while protecting my heart. We decided that I could open the door of communication, by checking up to see how he was and to tell him the kids really missed him.

It took him hours to respond. He said he wanted to see them. It had been over fifty days since he saw our daughter. This has been his new pattern ever since he started dating his new girlfriend. The conversation was pleasant enough. Then out of the blue, he tells me he plans to move away and accused me of not giving him access to the kids. Remember, he is a liar and a (cheating ***hole).

It seemed nothing has changed with him. Still the same old drama and ability to deflect his own shameful infidelity onto the person who he harmed. I used to yearn for him to explain why he was the one who was so angry at our breakup when it was him who cheated, lied and destroyed our family. I was not sure what I was looking for in this explanation from him. Maybe I wanted to know that he felt guilty for what he had done.

The wish for my (cheating ***hole) to understand and comprehend his behaviours and impact on people who love him is fruitless. It is a complete waste of my time to argue or engage in anything he has to offer me at this time. It is like the man, I fell in love with has died and has been replaced with a complete stranger that I want nothing to do with.

Over the last few days, he has been on my mind. I feel sorry for him. I feel sorry that he is wasting his life being angry at himself. It is not me or anything that I have done that he is mad at. I have come to the conclusion that he does realize what he has done and how much it has hurt someone else.

He has to face himself in the mirror everyday. He has to live with the thoughts that he is not the great, wonderful and caring person that he wants to portray. He is a bitter man and if he does not have it in him to forgive his transgressions he will forever live in agony. It is up to him to make amends with himself in order to make amends with me and our children. I feel so very sorry for him that this is how he will move forward into his middle age.

"Narcissistic personality disorder (NPD) is a personality disorder in which a person is excessively preoccupied with personal adequacy, power, prestige and vanity, mentally unable to see the destructive damage they are causing to themselves and to others in the process."

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